Our little Millie has really come into her own. When she was born, she was a quiet, reserved little girl. She was barely born in the first place. Upside down with no heartbeat in the birth canal, the vet told us she would be still born. But when the vet returned, she told us she didn't know how it was possible, but here was the fifth and final puppy, our little Millie, very much alive.
Since she has grown large enough, her Mama, Miss Delaney has begun to toughen her up, always picking her out of the litter to pick on and fight back. It was confidence boot camp. Before, Millie would sit back quietly and observe the rest of the crew while they played and barked. But Delaney decided that she needed to be a little tougher, and now after weeks of her Mom's influence, Millie is the loudest, feistiest puppy in the bunch. I guess when you have stared death in the face and get a second chance, you don't take it for granted. Millie barely made it into the world, and now makes every moment a party. She barks, she chews, she poops and pees. She lives in the moment.
Like yesterday, we were staying with our parents where Millie's mom Delaney and sister Penny live. While running around outside in the front yard, Millie and Penny run off up the driveway with my husband in hot pursuit. Right up the driveway a bit is a wrought iron gate that they proceeded to bound straight through. That's when I hear "oh no!!!" and arrive just in time to see my husband pulling a soaking wet Penny out of the front fountain. But not until after he pulled the ring leader, Millie, out first. What I wouldn't give to have witnessed her carefree leap right into water up to her ears.
I've never met a shih tzu that likes water. Millie just loves life. Including water.
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